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In the streets at midnight, a light rain fell in the sky. The street lamps had broken several times, and I was standing in the darkness of the broken street lamps, holding a machete in my hand, and all I could see was the voices of Wang Wei and the others.

They said I was a child without a father, and they said that my mother was a lowly dishwasher, but what I couldn't stand the most was that Wang Wei's cheap mouth said "Fuck your mother".

When I was 10 years old, my dad died on the street, and since then, I've been fighting. It's okay to say that I don't study well, and if I say I'm a child without a father, I'll hit it! It's okay to say that my mother is a dishwasher, and if I say that my mother is cheap, I will beat it! It's okay to say I'm cheap, say fuck my mom, and I'll beat him up so much that I don't even know him!

That's my life.

And this time, Wang Wei said "fuck you" in that game, and I had already knocked out two of his teeth. But now my heart is still swollen and painful, and I want to cut his throat with a knife.

I couldn't hear the whizzing cars on the side of the road in my ears, only the swear words that Wang Wei pointed at me.

Suddenly, my forehead was tapped with something, and it was cool, and in that moment, the anger in my chest was full of anger, and it disappeared. I heard the "tick" of a car on the side of the road, and in front of me was a person I couldn't see clearly.

The man spoke: "Little brother, don't let the ghosts lose your mind. As long as you are strong-willed, those things can't control you. ”

"What did you say?" I asked.

With a "click", he lit the lighter, and then used the lighter to light a kerosene lamp. And the shade of the kerosene lamp is red, so that the light also shines red.

In this red light, I saw the man. It was an old man, with gray hair, a wrinkled face with Chinese characters, a hunched back, large hands, a pair of black cloth shoes, and a black backpack on his back. The old man said, "Child, just now you were blindfolded by a very angry evil ghost, blindfolded with one hand and pressed against your chest with the other. You're still holding a knife, and it's telling you to kill. ”

My heart was shocked, and the thought in my heart just now was really to kill someone. How did he know the truth? "You...... How do you know the way? ”

"I saw it. If you pull up your clothes and look at them, there must be handprints on your chest. ”

I was puzzled, but I was still curious, could it be that I was really fascinated by the ghost just now, so I thought about how many more knives I had to make up for after knocking out Wang Wei's teeth? I pulled up my clothes, and sure enough, there was a black handprint on my chest.

"Ahh I exclaimed.

The old man reached over and touched my head: "The child is fine." In the future, be stronger-willed and firm in your own ideas, those dirty things will not be able to control you. ”

"What did you just take to slap me on the forehead?" If I didn't believe that there were ghosts in this world before, but when I saw a black and clear handprint on my chest for no reason, I was still very scared.

"Copper coins."

At this time, my stomach screamed, and the old man laughed, "Let's go, child, come to dinner with me." I didn't eat either. ”

The old man led me to the night market stall on the side of the road, he was wearing black cloth shoes, and he walked without making a sound. If I had been in the past, I would not have paid attention to such an old man. But this time, I just left with him.

At the roadside stall, he ordered a large pot of noodles and gave me a bowl. I was really hungry, so I beat Wang Wei in the classroom in the afternoon, and I didn't eat dinner. Look at the cheap watch on my wrist, I ate a loaf of bread at half past eleven. So I didn't pretend to be anything, and just took a big gulp.

The old man asked, "What about your parents?" It is not safe for such a young child to walk outside in the middle of the night. ”

"My dad died. My mother works as a dishwasher, and at this time, she should still be in someone's store. ”

"And what did you eat the night before?"

"Eat in the school cafeteria."

"How old are you?"

"Thirteen."

"Oh, it's the first year of junior high school. Thirteen, thirteen......" The old man seemed to be thinking about something, and I lifted my head from the bowl and saw that he was pinching his fingers, his lips moving, as if muttering something.

At this moment, the old man also looked at me, and an old hand held my face, and I looked at him suspiciously. Through the hot face, he looked at my face and whispered, "Boys and girls, good, good." Thirteen, what's your name? ”

"Ji Chengbao."

"Treasure, little treasure......"

"Don't call me Xiaobao!" I lowered my head, continued to eat noodles, and said, "I'm the man of my family, I'm not Xiaobao." ”

The old man nodded: "Ambitious." Not bad, not bad. Bao, you be my apprentice, I have no wife and no children, you are my apprentice, I will teach you skills, in the future, you will give me a pension, how about it? ”

I looked up in confusion and looked at the old man again. A very ordinary old man, I asked, "What can you teach me?" Can you teach me to fight? ”

"Why are you fighting?"

"If others bully me and bully my mother, I will beat them!" I shouted.

The old man laughed: "You taught you something more powerful than fighting." ”

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay! ”

"Okay, tomorrow you sell a pound of pork to Hongguang Lane, No. 72. My house, the door is open, you shout and I'll come out. Hongguang Lane knows the road. ”

As he said this, the old man put a piece of twenty pieces in my hand. I understood that he had asked me to use the money to buy meat. I said, "Aren't you afraid, I'll take the money and won't go to you?" ”

"Haha ”

At that time, I didn't know that this old man was a mysterious capable man in this industry, a feng shui master hired by the Ren family but disappeared - Wang Leijun.

Volume 1 Ring of the Dead

Chapter 1 Sixth Transfer

Mingnan No. 11 Middle School is a high school with the lowest comprehensive score in Mingnan City. From today, after five days of staying at Mingnan High School, which ranked first in Mingnan, I was persuaded to transfer to this penultimate eleventh middle school. The reason is simple, fight!

My mother sent me to the door of the classroom, her eyes still red from crying, and said, "Bao, don't fight this time." From the time your dad left in elementary school until now, you've been asked to change schools six times. You can endure it no matter what happens this time, just three years. Mom, please. ”

I waved impatiently at my mom: "Go back, go back." What are you crying about? Unsightly! ”

After my mom left, I looked inside the classroom. It's a self-study class, there is no teacher in class, someone is playing cards in the classroom, someone is chatting, someone is putting on makeup, someone is kissing. The air smells of sweat, feet, smoke, alcohol, and inferior perfumes. It's really the style of Eleven.

I just went to the homeroom teacher to report, and there was no dormitory yet, so I had to carry all my bags into the classroom and sit directly at a desk at the back of the room.

I was a lot of people who saw it, and I didn't talk to anyone. I'm a lot of fights, but I don't want to cause trouble, and I'm not the kind of person who has so much energy that I don't have a lot of energy to vent.

As soon as I sat down, a girl came over, propped her hands on my table, leaned down, and the wide neckline hung down, and I could see the black underwear inside, or the sexy 1/2 cup, and I could see the white flowers.

The girl said: "Little brother, you are the new classmate who transferred from Mingnan High School as Lao Wu said." Tsk, what's the matter, sister covered. ”

To be honest, at this time, I didn't see her face, because she was standing, I was sitting, looking up at her face was too tired, I looked at the white flowers in the neckline, and said, "Our classmates, why are you a sister?" ”

The girl was also prodigal enough, and one finger picked up my chin, made me meet her heavily makeup face, and said, "Look at you, you are two years younger than us." Fifteen, right? ”

I opened her hand and said no more. She glared at me and snorted coldly and returned to her place. Some classmates laughed there: "Nana, you are not a little handsome guy's dish." ”

A chubby boy walked up to me and said, "Look at me." This kind of male and female dish is a hot commodity in our eleventh year. ”

Without even looking at him, I put my big backpack on the floor, put my leg bag on the table, and started rummaging. There were quite a few things, so I took them out. Compass? Gossip mirror? Red line? Rune paper? Grave soil? Soybean? Coins? Small pottery bowls? Red cloth? Finally I found it, wet wipes and hydration solution.

I fixed the Bagua Mirror with a clay bowl and soybeans in a bag, stood it up, and used it as a mirror. Then I wiped my face with a wet tissue, especially the chin that the girl had touched just now, and I rubbed it vigorously several times. Then I sprayed the hydration solution, patted it twice, looked up at the fat man who was already stunned in front of my desk and said, "If you have something to say, don't touch me." ”

A skinny boy in the front row pulled the already stunned fat man and left. I should say that at that time, everyone in the class looked at me in amazement.

There was not a single sound in the classroom until one of the boys yelled, "! What kind of person is this! ”

The skinny boy waved his hand nervously and said, "Don't, don't talk nonsense. He is a treasure, and he used to be the leader of our school. ”

After this voice, the classroom was lively again. Some people continued to put on makeup, some people continued to kiss, some people continued to chat, but there were also many people who asked the skinny boy about me. This is the sixth time I have transferred to another school, and I have attended a total of eight schools from elementary school to my current freshman year of high school. Although it is impossible for me to be the leader of the eight schools, there is only one reason why I was persuaded to transfer to the eight schools, fighting! I believe that there are many people in this class who know me.

I'm very adaptable and don't get nervous about my new environment. Just looking at this class, it's not quite what my mom said. My mother said that she knew that the No. 11 Middle School was a very poor school, but she spent 5,000 yuan in red envelopes to get me into the best class. He also said that the head teacher is a legend of this school.

The skinny boy was my junior high school classmate named Liang En, who was in the same class as me, and he knew everything about my past. Yes, I am more tender, my hair is longer, and my skin is whiter, but that doesn't mean I'm going to be bullied. I'm still a man who can fight! The only man in our family! To protect my man!

I reached over and was about to sweep everything on the desktop into my backpack, but just as I raised my hand, I saw the compass pointer on the desktop trembling slightly, pointing in a direction that I could be sure wasn't due south! And now in the entire classroom, there is no strong magnetic field other than the electric fan overhead that would allow the compass to regard the east side as the south side.

My heart froze! Scientifically speaking, there is a special magnetic field in this classroom that affects the compass. In metaphysical terms, it means that there is an abnormality in the classroom. What exactly is this anomaly? I can't say for sure yet.

I looked silently at the pointer, and in the direction the pointer was pointing, there was a man and a woman kissing and touching each other, and a girl sitting in the fourth group in the same row as me. The girl was doing an exercise, and she was undoubtedly the most special one in such a classroom.

is like Qimen Dunjia, all the plates are bad, but she is the only good, then she is the worst one. Let's tell you a movie, sorry, I like to tell stories. There was once a foreign movie that featured a policeman serving aliens on Earth. The male protagonist is confronted with a shooting picture: the streets in the middle of the night, full of demons and monsters, a little girl in a red dress holding a Hans Christian Andersen call and rag dolls walking on the street. The male protagonist did not hesitate to shoot the little girl in the forehead. He was chosen because the most suspicious thing in the whole picture was the little girl.

I silently packed up my things, and the bell rang for the end of class. At the end of class, Liang En had already gone through my original incident in the simplest language. It's nothing more than to let the classmates not be confused by my appearance, I fight very well, I'm not afraid of death, and I have a dark ghost handprint on my chest. The most important thing is that I know the Dao, and people in the school used to call me Bao Ye. Most importantly, stop saying "fuck you" in front of me. That's the turn on button for my rampage mode.

I stood up, and just as I wanted to approach the girl, Liang En jumped in front of me, accompanied by a smiling face and said, "Bao Ye, Bao Ye, don't be angry." I told them all about how good you used to be. You ......" He finally found the focus of my gaze, he also looked at the girl, and then said: "Oh, her name is Dong Lin, Bao Ye has a crush?" Her grades are the first in ours, and I think she will definitely be able to speak a lot of common language with you in the future. But her first is not as good as Bao Ye, who was admitted to Mingnan High School. ”

I pushed him away and walked over to Donglin. Dong Lin's tablemate was the woman with snow-white heavy makeup who showed me her chest just now, and when she saw me coming, she said angrily: "It turns out that you like this type." I said it earlier, my sister will also pretend to show you. There's no need to be clean. ”

If she speaks well, I can still reply a few words, and as soon as she said in this tone, I also said politely: "I'm just a cleanliness addict, it's your business?" ”

Because of Liang En's relationship, everyone is curious about me now, and many people are paying attention to me, and I came up with such a sentence, this tone, this language, completely does not match my appearance. Suddenly, many people lost their eyeballs. Of course, this is just a metaphor.

The woman in heavy makeup glared at her with her smoky eyes, and I ignored her, but paid attention to Dong Lin. While the class was laughing, she was still doing the exercises, as if she hadn't heard what we were saying. My hand was raised, and I was about to pat her on the shoulder to get her attention. But just as my hand was less than two centimeters from her shoulder, a force bounced my hand away.